I rarely step outside my poems and pictures to share and in this time of uncertainly and evolution of our collective consciousness, but here goes. I want to take my thoughts, ideas, passions in some new directions and I find that doing so alongside the brains of others can be rewarding. If any of you deeply creative spirits wish to collaborate on any kind of creative venture, don’t be shy and come a’ knockin’. I’m rarely as confounding in collaboration as my own compositions may suggestand play it pretty fair.
So, if you have any interest in puttin’ a pot on and doing some joint creation with me, just say so.
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When I was a sloppy teen, I once woke to find a weird saran wrap holder salesman with a porn-stache in my raised ranch home. My ‘rents had regrettably failed to inform me this friend of a friend of a friend’s dirtbag salesman’s friend was staying for the same weekend I had planned to exploit my house or sake of a drinking party on. The party persists, stache-can man lurks n’ lunges, streakin’ his slime wherever he walks. I don’t remember his name, but I am pretty sure he was a Larry. He left my beer fridge empty and a saran wrap holder that never really worked very well, oh well.